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Siberia
The hoar-spirited bushes hide and lie...
The old glacier of the ice sky
Wears the hard coffin of chill.
The moon feels cold. It becomes ill.
/The sound of a pack of wolves bites into the wind,
The snow storm roars echo throught the wild.../
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